Origins of A Pirate

Chapter 10

Darkness seeped into the cabin, enveloping everything in its path- including Cutler Beckett. The boy was in pain- crying on the floor in agony. He would get revenge on the pirates. He would make them pay for their crimes against him and everything he loved. They would know the meaning of revenge. They would know the suffering he had known.

As Cut cursed into the night, a silent chill went up his spine. He knew his destiny.

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As the heat of the day crept up upon the Teague family home, the children were nowhere to be found. The kitchen was bare, the bedrooms were deserted, and even the office seemed empty as Teague was away at the docks, loading a few possessions onto his prized trading ship. Ginny and Jack had hidden themselves among the dense shrubbery and flora in the small garden behind the house to discuss the current events taking place. They needed to talk without their father overhearing the conversation, and this secluded location was one of the few that their father failed to monitor.

"Jack?" Ginny looked up at her brother with big eyes, readjusting her light blonde hair.

"What?"

"Maybe… maybe we should have a reminder of mum. We can't take anything big but I think we should each find something or other that we can carry with us on the sea."

Jack smiled. His sister was on to something. "How about something that we can wear? Pirates don't have a lot of material possessions and wearing our remembrance may be the only way to ensure that it is safe and sound."

Ginny looked around, scrambling for an idea, "Remember mum's shawl collection?"

Jack laughed, "That will work for you, Ginny, but not for me. I'm a boy, and I'll be teased from here to Malaysia if I'm seen wearing a shawl."

"What about wearing one… on your head?"

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The room that once belonged to Teague and Delanie was old and dusty. Teague had been sleeping in his office chair ever since his wife died, not being able to even look into the room in which Delanie spent her last moments. Everything was still in its place.

Ginny led Jack to the place where she had often seen her mother examine her bountiful collection of scarves and shawls. The old oak cabinet was dirty yet still completely intact, despite three years of neglect and ignorance. The 7 year old girl coughed as she dug through the drawers, trying to find the appropriate one.

In the final drawer, she finally came to the scarves. Ginny grabbed a yellow one and placed it around her shoulders.

"This was my favorite. Mum let me try it on sometimes when I was a little girl. I just love the quilting. I'm going to take this one. It's your turn, Jack."

Jack quickly dug through the scarves, slightly embarrassed of the fact that he was about to don a woman's shawl. However his embarrassment was quickly diminished when he came upon a bright red cloth.

The boy slowly tied it around his head and jokingly spun around to show Ginny. The girl clapped wildly.

"Oooh Jack it's so pretty!"

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Sorry this took me so long to publish. :( I had to film a movie for world history class over the weekend. That turned out intersting. I was trying to be Queen Elizabeth I, and my dad (who was filming) told me to stop "acting like Captain Jack". Then again I "act like Captain Jack" all the time...

Anways, thanks for the reviews. If you haven't reviewed, please do, as I really apreciate it. Even if you don't have an account you can send an anyonyomus review (in case you didn't know that already). I enjoy compliments as well as critisism because I want to make this as good as I can...

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- evilquail